Its cold and desolate in Welly in winter and the red cod just love it. Its a home away from home for them, matching there summer residences in the deepest South Island waters and theres not as many earthquakes (marginally).
Rumour has it schools flock around the Beehive sewerage pipes waiting for the finest crap to be flushed from parliament so they can gorge on Bellamy's stylish cuisine. Its still steamy and warm from the endless hot air and pungent with the odour of vanity and egotism.
If you are tempted to eat it soak it in vinegar first and cook well. Chuck it immediately if you start telling endless lies and asking for the chauffuer to bring round the BMW.